To-morrow morning at five I will rouse you.

Until then adieu, and pleasant dreams." He swung out and closed the door, and not once had he seen the face of his guest.

That guest stood in the center of the handsome chamber, and gazed around.
"At last!" he hisses between his set white teeth--"at last, after two years' weary waiting! At last, oh! my mother, the time has come for me to keep my vow!" He raised one arm with a tragic gesture, removed the slouched hat, and stood uncovered in the tranquil half light.
The face was wonderfully handsome, of gypsy darkness, and the eyes shone like black stars; but a scarlet handkerchief was bound tightly around his head, and concealed every vestige of hair.

With a slow smile creeping round his mouth, the boy took his handkerchief off.
"To-morrow he will come and call me, but to-morrow I shall not leave Kingsland Court.

No, my dear young baronet, I have not saved your life for nothing! I shall have the honor of remaining your guest for some time.".